It was a hot day, like any other, where Milan and I sat sweating profusely in my old car with a broken A/C. With nothing but wind ringing through our ears and a David Bowie compilation CD blaring through the speakers, we talked about a dream of starting our own publication. I could fulfill my lifelong fantasy of becoming a writer and Milan could pursue his passion for photography… it didn’t seem too hard. The more we talked about it, the more giddy we seemed to get. As soon as we arrived at his house, I remember the bubbling feeling of excitement washing over me and I knew he could feel it too. We wrote feverishly for hours— What do we do? How do we do it? Why? It all seemed to come together so effortlessly. Just two weeks later, we began shooting and the rest came as natural as the weather.